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The
Beloved Dust, a group of investigators and operatives with Divine
mandate, learns that there is an imminent threat targeting
Composure's Coliseum* during a important (and highly populated)
ritual. Former excerpt and pilot of the Divine Belgard,
⸢Signet⸣, trades favors
religious and mundane. The dilapidating...

Heads
up: This is our world building episode for our new season, where we
describe the setting and some major components. If you're less
interested in hearing us chat about that and more interested in
getting to the action, you can wait (or skip ahead) to episode 01!
The first half hour is us defining our aesthetics
for...

Hey
Everyone! Here's the audio from our live post mortem for Winter in
Hieron! We looked back at the season together, spoke about our
motivations and feelings, and answered your questions! It was a lot
of fun and we love doing this every year, so thank you for joining
us and for sending in your questions!

Hey
everyone! Yesterday's live post mortem was a big day for us, and
since the turn around time for getting that full episode up for you
is longer than just a day, we wanted to be able to bring the
announcements we made here as soon as possible. So here it is!
Twilight Mirage! Patreon! New games! New shows!...

I
write this with no knowledge of where you are, or if you
are. Yet, still, I write.

And
as I write, my words are overtaken by memories. Your finger
pointing at verse in some ancient text—I have forgotten the book’s
name in favor of remembering your eyes, bright. Your voluminous
generosity, as you led me into...